Seducing Peaches Page 9

  “I made meatloaf. I just have to set the table. Make yourself comfortable. It’ll be ready in a jiffy.” She moved away quickly hoping distance would be enough to regain her senses.

  “What were you dreaming about Lois?” His voice was almost saying I know what it was but I want you to say it. Just like her dream.

  “I don’t remember. Anyways, the meatloaf?” She raised her voice slightly and then settled it back down. He smiled at her. He knew damn well what she was dreaming.

  “Meatloaf sounds great.”

  “You can find something on the television if you would like, there are some movies that I had brought up last night there as well.”

  Tom shuffled through the movies and found that it was pure romance. “I have to admit, some of the westerns I enjoy are romantic in their own little way, but today’s romance isn’t my cup of tea. I don't want to watch it, I only like to make it. And I want to make it with you more now than ever.” She couldn’t keep it together and dropped plates and silverware she held in her hands.

  She looked up at him and he was staring at her, pleasure radiating from his expression. All she could do was duck down behind the counter and attempt kicking her own ass. She cleaned up the mess and heard a movie start.

  “Jeepers Creepers?”

  “Yes, Jeepers Creepers. I like the suspense and thrill of horror movies. I know that sounds kind of childish but I like em.”

  “Hm-mm, I’ve never watched horror films before. I wouldn’t have thought you did either considering your selection over there.”

  “Really? Well after supper we can watch it if you would like?”

  “I would like, I think. That is if we make it through dinner before I finally free myself of this addiction.” Interesting, let’s see if he’ll say it.

  “What addiction?”

  She heard him breathe in deep and then calmly as ever. “Wanting you.”

  “Oh.” That’s all she could say and quickly hid the smile erupting. She finally managed to set the table with dinnerware, and serve the meal she had prepared. Her knees, hands, fingers, oh what the hell her entire body was trembling with nervousness and excitement.

  “It's ready.”

  “It smells delicious Lois.”

  “It is, I promise.” They sat there and ate and enjoyed small conversation about different types of movies. When dinner was through and she was sure he had eaten his max, she began to clear the table. She scraped plates into the trash and placed them in the sink. When she turned Tom was standing there holding some of the dishes.

  “You don't have to help. This was your thank you dinner. I can get it.”

  “Lois, it was delicious, you out did yourself, the least I can do is help.” She didn't argue just watched as Tom searched the cabinets for something to put the left overs in. After all was done, they made their way to the living room. She put in the movie and sat down opposite Tom. She noticed him staring at her, but pretended she didn’t.

  When the movie started, he turned his attention to it. It was quite interesting. It was nothing he had enjoyed before but he was beginning to understand what she said. After feeling and seeing her jump several times the movie was over.

  She didn’t think she even really watched the movie. Her wishful thinking of later was all she thought about. Which is why she was so easily startled by a movie she knew from start to finish.

  “Well what did you think?” She smiled at him as if she already knew what the answer would be.

  “I liked it. I can't believe that I have never watched more like it.”

  “Well if you’re not too busy, let me educate you in the world of horror.” Then you can educate me in orgasms later. She went fumbling through some cases looking for the right one. Anything to keep him there. Make him stay with her until he made the move she was dying to feel.

  “Let me educate you in bondage.” She froze surely he didn’t say what she thought he said. No, she misunderstood what he said. Just put the movie in Lois.

  “This is a classic. It's Friday the 13th. Have you ever heard of it?”

  “No I can't say that I have.”

  “Well then, sit back and enjoy.” She could hear her voice shaking.

  Still in her work clothes and uncomfortable she excused herself to change. A white t shirt, very short cutoff jeans, and a small throw. She nestled herself into the corner of the couch and started watching the movie.

  She could feel his gaze on her, it was sweltering right through her. She turned to look at him and before she could resist, he was kissing her. “Same as before, relax.”

  Relax, I don’t want to fucking relax I want to fuck. He kissed her so deep, so passionate, their tongues interweaved each other, sip after sip, she struggled to breathe, her hands caressed up and down his back, stopping at his pant line. They were doing it all on their own, studying his body.

  Her touch sent his urges through the roof as his touching became rougher, and more demanding. She liked it. His kiss was almost as if he was laying claim on what was to be his. She wrapped her arms around him almost trying to steady herself and the reactions his touch was having on her.

  OMG, if we don’t do this I’ll rape him. Can you rape a guy who is willing?

  She wanted to experience true love making with him. To feel him inside her and yet at the same time she was nervous and trembled at the thought of his entrance.

  His long hard column pressing against her abdomen and the size alone had her terrified, but she wanted him. Thick and long.

  He explored her waist and then up to her breast. He could feel the hard, excited mound beneath his thumb. He kissed from her neck to her waist, then slowly kissed back up. This time, his mouth on her skin as he rolled up her shirt. His tongue teased at her breast. Teeth tweaking at her playfully sending swells of powerful yearning through her body that she didn’t completely understand. Why was she trying to tear up? Nothing sad to this.

  “Tom, I ,,,,,I,,,” She couldn’t speak and he knew it. Her body wanted to do things to him. Her mind wanted to do things to him. But how? She hadn’t the slightest idea. He grabbed her waist, rolled, and just like her dream she was on top of him. She liked the way he felt beneath her. Leaning down she found his mouth starving for his taste.

  She kissed his jaw, his neck down to his collar. She tugged at his shirt and he obliged sitting up and allowing her to take it off. She took his nipple in her mouth and mimicked what he had done to her. He moaned exciting her further.

  She worked her way to the other and did the same. She wanted to taste all of him. She kissed down his chest, his abdomen, to his jeans.

  Her fingers shook as she began working the snap and zipper. Her knees trembled. Just as soon as the zipper was down, she parted the fabric and “Hallelujah” her pussy cried out. He stared at her watching her as she looked at him.

  He couldn’t take it. He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to feel her.

  He reached down grabbed her hand and began to guide it.

  Ok, I can do this. It isn’t so bad. Piece of cake. He released her hand, threw his head back, eyes closed, but his expression was edgy. Lois felt excitement at the power she had over him. She wanted to know what else she could do.

  She knelt down and with a fit of courage she took him in her mouth. She was licking and swirling her tongue around the tip. She took him a little deeper into her mouth.

  This is hot. I like it.

  She took more of him into her mouth. She had him all the way in her mouth and swallowing as he slid down her throat.

  She moved and sucked as hard as she could.

  Thank God for the two minute sex ed class Michelle gave me. He thrust deeper into her mouth and she could taste a salty thick substance.

  Hmm? It isn’t so bad. What the hell’s Michelle’s deal? Ha, I got this!

  He stiffened beneath her and she sucked and milked every last drop of come he gave her. The taste of it in her mouth thrilled her more. She wanted to do it again. He sighed and then relaxe
d.

  She watched as he went soft. Disappointment sank in. She watched in amazement how it twitched and jerked. Her eyes skimmed up his body back to his eyes. This time they were staring back at her. She blushed. Busted.

  Why am I even embarrassed to begin with? I mean really. I just had his cock in his mouth and I swallowed his come and liked it. Get a grip.

  “And?” He pushed.

  “And what?”

  “And, you like what you see?”

  She was embarrassed and suddenly more shy with her answer but she managed to get it out.

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Now, my turn.” He moved with lightening speed. He was on top of her. Stripping her of the last little bit of clothing she had on her. Now kissing her, torturing her while he worked his way to her apex. Mouth to apex, fierce, rough. Her body reacted immediately. She was thrusting herself into his mouth. And within a minute she was shaking, muscles clenched, twitching from head to toe. And her mouth spoke words she had never thought would be used during sex.

  When she opened her eyes, he was studying her body the same way she had studied his. She watched him, feeling herself blush and trying to fight the urge of grabbing the throw and covering up. He leaned down and kissed her soothing her anxiety that was building. She tasted herself on his lips and suddenly she felt extremely sexy, then extremely sad when he pulled away.

  “I have to go. See you in the morning.” She watched as he dressed unable to say anything for the sudden shock she was in. He had to be teasing her for sure now. There was no way he was going to leave her like that. But when he went walking to the door she couldn’t take it.

  “Wait, what do you mean? You have to go?”

  He simply smiled at her. “I said relax didn’t I.”

  “Men.” She heard his faint chuckle as he closed the door behind him which only pissed her off.

  *****

  The next morning she waited very impatiently for him to walk through those doors. She couldn’t wait to see him. She counted the seconds until he would walk through those doors and go into his office.

  She just needed one good look at him to get her through the day. Just one look to go along with the feeling that he left behind on her body no matter how much she showered, she still felt on her. She liked it. She was like a dog in heat. Ready to pounce him the minute he walked in. Pissed when she went to sleep, horny as hell when she woke up.

  Her thoughts halted immediately when she heard the alert of an instant message on her computer.

  IM

  Lois,

  I trust you slept well and had wonderful dreams.

  IM

  Tom,

  Yes, I slept wonderfully last night. Thank You for asking.

  IM

  Lois,

  Have any interesting dreams last night?

  IM

  Tom,

  I wouldn’t say they were interesting because I don’t remember if I even dreamed at all.

  IM

  Lois,

  Really? I had wonderful dreams last night. I’ll show you what I dreamed later. Why do I have a strange feeling you’re lying to me? Lois you’re being a bad girl by lying Lois. Bad girls get punished. How was your shower?

  IM

  Tom,

  Punishment can be given to bad boys who leave good girls hanging when they need a man’s touch. Shower was just like every other shower……….WET!!!!

  IM

  Lois,

  Obviously it was wet. But were you and tell me how wet?

  She suddenly remembered he could see her and picked her jaw up off her desk, closed her laptop and glared briefly in his direction. I bet he’s sitting over there laughing at me. The vibration in her pocket startled her. She reached in pulling out her cell. Texting now!.

  Text

  Lois, LMAO, you can’t avoid me. Until next time.

  Ha, what makes him so sure of himself.

  Text

  Tom, I closed my laptop because I’m not playing your game. Furthermore, what makes you think there will be a next time? After all, you were not a very nice guest last night.

  Text

  Lois, because as I said before bewitched you. Fight it if you will. Fight hard. I sincerely mean that. And Lois, if I wasn’t very nice, and if I had left you hanging, I would have left the moment you swallowed baby.

  Text

  Tom, Then there isn’t a problem. I do not desire therefore there is no fighting. It will NOT happen again. I have other ways of getting pleasure.

  She sat her phone down, opened her laptop and begin reviewing some documents she had prepared before leaving yesterday. He text again. She thought about it a moment and then deleted it without reading it. In a few minutes and two paragraphs later he IM’s her again.

  IM

  Lois,

  Thanks for the coffee. It tastes very good this morning. It’s doing wonderful things to my taste buds.

  IM

  Tom,

  You do know I have work to do and I am sure you don’t pay me to respond to I M’s all day.

  She waited for his response but didn’t get one. So she sent him one.

  IM

  Tom,

  As you told me when you hired me, I could redecorate my office at the company’s expense. I have chosen what I want to do and the company in which I want to do it. May I proceed?

  IM

  Lois,

  You may do as you like. Let me know when it is finished and I’ll sign a check.

  P.S. What will you do for me? : )

  I’ll tell you what I’ll do for you. Block your view and self-entertainment. She reached for the phone and dialed the number she had pulled up on her screen.

  “L & M Glass, May I help you?”

  “Hello, this is Lois Brown over at Hasting Inc. I wish to place an order.” She told them what she wanted and made arrangements for them to begin this evening and have it completed by morning. She smiled to herself and looked toward his office hoping he seen her.

  IM

  Lois,

  I was thinking that maybe you would like to go out and have dinner, like a date, tonight?

  IM

  Tom,

  I would very much like to have a “date night” with you. I have to work tonight. When else would you like to do it?

  IM

  Lois,

  I would very much like to do “it” anytime you are ready.

  IM

  Tom,

  I meant date night, goober. And “doing it” is out of the picture.

  Immediately his response came back.

  IM

  Lois,

  Thanks so much for the laugh. I haven’t been called a goober since I was a kid. Bringing out the youth in me. You do know what a goober is don’t you? How about you quit your second job. I could give you a raise if need be. Tonight then?

  No way. It can’t be. He can’t mean it. Does he? Let’s find out.

  IM

  Tom,

  Thank you for that. I will look forward to seeing that raise on my pay check. Can’t wait.

  Dinner came and gone. She went her way and he went his. She didn’t understand if he was playing some kind of game with her or if what she seen in his eyes had been false. One minute he couldn’t keep his hands off of her, the next minute he walked away without ever touching her. She was on his endless roller coaster of lust, need, and addiction.

  Text- “Lois, just thought you would like to go to the opera with me. Tomorrow night. We will leave after work. No excuses.”

  Demanding, but it turned her on. Strangely enough she liked it when he was in control of everything. But she didn’t want him to know that.

  The day seemed like it was never going to end. She couldn’t wait to be close to him again. She wanted to have him in a way she never had before. She needed him mentally, emotionally and physically. Until now, it had only been physical. And with the orgasm he had shown her, it only made her want more.

  She must have been los
t in her thoughts because it seemed like a millisecond later Tom was standing at her door asking her if she was ready to go. She gestured yes and walked toward him. He held the door and they left. He didn’t speak to her on the way. He didn’t act his normal, charming, teasing self.

  They got into a car with a driver and all. This should have had her excited, but instead she felt depressed. Why would he do this to her? She hadn’t expected him to jump her bones right there on the spot, but a sincere hello would have been great. Holding her hand, or laying his on her thigh, or even putting his arm around her would have been better.

  The car stopped and she didn’t wait for the driver to open it. The helipad. “Helicopter?” She had never been on an airplane much less a helicopter.

  “Yes. Are you scared?”

  “No.” Yes, I am. Inside the helicopter there were two dry cleaning bags hanging there. She noted two shoe boxes. She looked at him with the question written all over her face.

  His only response was, “You’ll see later. Sit back and enjoy the view.”

  He helped her put on her head set. She could hear people talking back and forth, but she didn’t understand a word they were saying. Everything was too fuzzy.

  The flight wasn’t nearly long enough. It was over before she knew it. Taking off wasn’t so bad, it was the landing that made her nervous as hell. The pilot was awesome. She hardly felt a bump when he touched down.

  Another car, long ride without talking. Yay, how much fun. The ride wasn’t long at all. They stopped outside a restaurant. Oh how sweet, he’s gonna wine and dine me. This should be interesting. Awkward was more like it.